Sugar -like dust- on the pupils of yours.

[Omar Khalifah]

Sugar -like dust- on the pupils of yours.
Sun so clear -as the moon will never come-
Ever again-
You see -see not-
The rosey heart Turing white.
Lilies on the woody table,
A lost feeling - fragments of cake-
Something-has left- an apple
On the floor.
Clouds and stars,life has come back
Again for just another dream.
And sugar -like the fog- hiding the blue,
Till The certain simple little thing-can't be
Seen-
A scent of mirage, a sound of water flowing
Backward.
And the certain simple little thing
defined cannot be.
On dancing feathers you walk,
On the bridge of the moon,- smiling-
As always has been.
-none is so clear-

Edited December 11, 2021 by Omar Khalifah